Chapter 91 I Like You Too
Luo Xifeng folded the letter into three folds and put it in his arms with his fingertips as steady as if holding a silver needle.
He opened the medicine box a little slower than usual, and the golden needle flashed coldly in the candlelight.
The candle wax piled up into a small hill.
He walked to Chu Yangyang and placed the joint of his index finger between her eyebrows.
His expression remained calm, showing no emotion.
But when his fingertips touched her lips, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Miaoyun, take good care of the princess. I'll be back soon." Luo Xifeng turned around and walked out quickly.
But as soon as I stepped out of the door, the dull pain in my heart intensified, and it was stuffy in my chest, and the pain was unbearable.
Suddenly, a bloody smell rushed up. He held the door frame with one hand and vomited out the black blood that had been suppressed for a long time.
When he read her letter, his heart felt like it was being grabbed and crushed.
That day, Xia Linxun told him that he was in love.
He refused to admit that it was impossible for him to fall in love with the daughter of the man who killed the Luo family's enemy.
This was also the reason why he wanted to avoid her recently.
However, seeing her dying on the hospital bed, he now only felt regret.
He knew in his heart that Chu Xiang was forced and also saved him and his sister. He knew he shouldn't blame him.
It's his fault.
It was he who failed to take good care of her. He had clearly promised her that he would not let her die.
Her smiling face appeared in front of him, "Lord Luo, you promised me that you would not kill me."
The smell of rust surged from my chest again.
He must save her.
He moved all his medical books and texts into Bishuiyunju.
Luo Xifeng fed the ninth dose of medicine into Chu Yangyang's mouth, and the medicine juice flowed down the corners of her lips.
His hand, which was about to be wiped with a handkerchief, paused. This was the third time today that he had failed to feed the medicine.
Chu Yangyang's method of detoxification for him had no effect, and instead showed a tendency to make his condition worse.
The faint breath was even weaker than three days ago.
She only had one breath left.
Luo Xifeng did not dare to slack off, "Miaoyun, go get some more herbs."
Outside the window, the autumn rain beat against the green tiles, and he stared at the blackened medicine residue in the copper basin in a daze.
The pages of the open medical book were curled by the candlelight.
Miao Yun came in to add charcoal and found that there were three silver needles stuck in the fingertips of Luo Xifeng's left hand, and dark red blood was flowing down the ends of the needles.
Miao Yun put down the charcoal and hurried over, "Master Luo, what are you doing? You're bleeding."
Luo Xifeng remained calm and said coldly, "It's okay."
He was afraid that she couldn't withstand the invasion of various medicinal herbs, so he could only test the medicine on himself.
It was getting late and the dew was heavy. Luo Xifeng was guarding Chu Yangyang's bed.
He looked at her again and again. She, who once looked so hideous, now looked so lovely.
His fingertips rubbed Chu Yangyang's cracked lips.
"Didn't you say you were most afraid of death? I promised you I wouldn't kill you, so why can't you wake up?" He spoke softly, his Adam's apple sliding in the candlelight. "Now it's me who's afraid you'll break your promise."
The edge of the medicine bowl hit his teeth, and the brown medicine flowed down his jaw into his collar.
He leaned over, brushing the tip of his hair across the tip of her nose.
A drop of warm liquid fell on her eyelids and slid down her pale cheek into her hair.
He let the wound on his hand bleed, seemingly feeling no pain at all.
He pressed his bloody thumb against her lip and said, "You've slept enough, get up, Yangyang."
"I promise I won't kill you, and you won't leave me, okay?"
At this moment, a drop of blood rolled down from her fingertips and seeped into the gap between her slightly opened lips.
Luo Xifeng was about to wipe it when he was suddenly frozen by her unconscious swallowing action.
He stiffened his back as he took the pulse, not even noticing the sparks from the candlelight landing on the back of his hand.
Chu Yangyang's eyelashes trembled.
Luo Xifeng grabbed the scalpel from the medicine box and cut his palm with the blade.
Blood beads fell into the celadon cup in strings, emitting a strange golden-red color in the candlelight.
Miao Yun came in with hot water and saw him mixing half a cup of blood into the medicine.
"Lord Luo, what are you going to do? The princess hasn't recovered yet, and you still want to hurt yourself?" The copper basin smashed to the ground, splashing water, and Miao Yun just felt tired.
Luo Xifeng pretended not to hear anything, and lifted up Chu Yangyang's neck with his bloody left hand.
The tilt of the medicine bowl just allowed the blood-medicine mixture to slide into her throat. The dark red liquid overflowed from the corner of her lips and was gently wiped away by his thumb.
Miao Yun discovered that his cuffs were already soaked with blood, which was now dripping onto the couch.
Chu Yangyang suddenly choked and coughed.
The medicine bowl in Luo Xifeng's hand rolled onto the bed.
The fingers holding her wrist pulse trembled slightly, and the originally thread-like pulse was gradually becoming clearer.
"Luo Xifeng, what stinky stuff are you feeding me?" Chu Yangyang frowned and murmured, her tongue unconsciously licking the blood stains on her lips.
Luo Xifeng stiffly went to get the candied fruit. When he stood up, he staggered and his hand left a bloody handprint on the bedpost.
Miao Yun rushed over with tears in her eyes, "Princess, Princess, have you finally woken up?"
Chu Yangyang raised her eyes and met his eyes that were unable to hide the pain.
"What did you give me to drink?" She weakly reached for his wrist and felt the wet bandage on her hand.
Luo Xifeng put his injured hand behind his back, leaned down, and passed his left hand through the back of her neck. He held her in his arms, his voice trembling with joy, "It's not poison, don't worry."
Chu Yangyang put her arms around him.
The aroma of medicine mixed with the smell of blood lingered at the tip of my nose.
She rested her forehead against the crook of his neck, "Does it hurt?"
Luo Xifeng's Adam's apple moved, and he hugged her tighter, "It hurts to see you unconscious and dying."
Chu Yangyang was startled, then suddenly chuckled, "Where does it hurt?"
He moved half an inch away from her and placed her hand on his chest, "My heart aches."
The sudden and unexpected affection made Chu Yangyang's face suddenly flush, but she could not hide the ecstasy in her heart.
The hand on his heart trembled, "Why does your heart... hurt? Is it because of me?"
She saw that his eyes were red, and although he looked tired, he couldn't hide the joy on his brows.
"Yeah." He looked at her, unwilling to look away, wanting to take a good look at her again.
"Yangyang, I have already lost my parents and family. I can't lose you again." His hand caressed her eyebrows.
"Lord Luo..."
"Call me You'an."
"Okay, Youan."
"Um."
"Do you like me?"
"Um."
Chu Yangyang couldn't help but smile, "What a coincidence, Youan, me too."
After saying that, she hugged him tightly and buried her little face in the crook of his neck.
He hugged her back, wanting to keep her in his heart forever.
Once the right medicine was given, Chu Yangyang's poison healed very quickly.
On the third day, Chu Yangyang was able to get out of bed and walk, full of energy.
She hugged Luo Xifeng like a koala, "Youan, I'll take your blood, are you touched?"
"I'm not touched." Luo Xifeng smiled and put his arm around her waist.
She said angrily, "I'm almost dying, and I'm still thinking about taking your blood. Aren't you moved by my righteous and selfless spirit?"
Luo Xifeng replied, "You are obviously very stupid. This little bit of blood of yours can only relieve the immediate crisis, but it can't cure the disease. It can only prolong your life for a while."
Chu Yangyang curled her lips. "Wouldn't it be better to live a little longer? I'm thinking about you so much, and you say such things."
Seeing that she was a little disappointed, he hugged her in his arms and said, "Next time, don't hurt yourself or take blood for me. I will find a way to cure my poison. Do you hear me?"
He felt so sorry for her.
How could he have been so cruel as to make her cut her wrists again and again to draw blood?
He even hated himself a little.
She was unconvinced and whispered, "Next time I will take blood secretly and not let you know."
"You dare!" He pinched her lower back, causing her to feel numb, and she dodged with a smile.
She suddenly thought of something, "By the way, did you drink the blood I saved for you?"
Luo Xifeng blinked and shook his head.
Chu Yangyang was furious, "That would be a waste of natural resources!"
"Miaoyun, Miaoyun, come quickly."
Miao Yun came in hurriedly.
"Miaoyun, quickly get the blood from the ice cellar. I want to see Lord Luo drink it with my own eyes." Chu Yangyang broke free from his arms, rolled up her sleeves, and looked ready.
It was as if she would be the one drinking the blood next.
Soon, Miao Yun brought in a few cans of iced glass cups.
Chu Yangyang picked up a bottle and placed it directly to Luo Xifeng's lips. "Hurry, drink it. This is all my blood and essence!"
Luo Xifeng immediately smelled a strong smell of blood and leaned back unconsciously. "It's been sitting there for so long, it might not be effective anymore. I won't drink it. I have other ways to detoxify it."
"no!"
Chu Yangyang will never allow anyone to waste her blood!
That was the blood and sweat she had accumulated drop by drop for ten consecutive days!
She urged him, "Drink quickly, don't leave a drop."
Luo Xifeng had no choice but to let her force him to drink bottle after bottle.
Mouth full of the taste of blood.
Seeing the rows of empty glass bottles, Chu Yangyang smiled with satisfaction.
That's right, how can I let her down?
Before she could feel proud for long, someone suddenly grabbed her waist.
She raised her eyes and found herself in his arms.
He grinned, his mouth full of blood.
She dodged backwards, but unexpectedly, his bloody lips came directly over her.
The blood transferred from his mouth to hers.
She tried desperately to hide from the disgusting smell of rust.
However, he held her tighter, and the blood in his mouth was gradually swallowed by the tenderness between their lips.
Gradually, she gave up struggling.
Chu Yangyang just felt that it was so sweet.
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